Moo the milking cow if it talks to you.
Cluck at the chicken if it clucks at you.
Let the horse run around just for the view.
Watch the rain come from a distanced view.
So much on a farm that you have to do,
but the life and views the city can't do.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2026 06:07
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Lived on a farm for a couple of summers in my teens. I learned to love the peace of it as well as the hard physical work. Lovely my friend
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